Chapter 867 Let her come and ask for it in person!

  He deliberately aggravated the four words ‘my son’. The tone of this sentence seemed to be proclaiming sovereignty, and his possessiveness was so strong that it could not be plundered by others.

   Mu Cheng's face changed in an instant, only to feel that his heart was facing the abyss, falling endlessly.

  The feeling of panic and panic made his body tremble subconsciously.

  Recalling Wen Churan’s request to him in Country E, she said, "President Adair, I think you should be a mistaken person. Little milk tank... is my biological son!"

   Hearing the words, Mo's lips slightly twitched and smiled contemptuously, as if he was laughing at Mu Cheng's lame lie.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand to support his cheeks and said, "Looking at me with a face so similar to him, but you said he is your son?! I never knew that President Mu Cheng's ability to open his eyes and tell lies can be so powerful. !"

  Speaking, the man also swelled his palms, and every time he slapped it, it seemed like a heavy blow on Mu Cheng’s face.

   Mu Cheng opened his mouth. Suddenly, his brain was blank, and he couldn't find a word to refute.

Those two similar faces, anyone who reads it will think of the relationship between father and son. What's more, a smart man like Sheng Shimo can guess the moment he sees the little milk pot without any other proof. All the truth!

   Seeing Mu Cheng's appearance that he wanted to speak but was unable to refute, Mo had no patience to continue dealing with him.

  He slowly got up, put his arms on the tabletop, and bluntly said, "Want to ask someone from me? Then let her ask for it in person!"

  "Her?" Mu Cheng knowingly asked "Who?"

  I saw Mo leaning forward in the prime of time, approaching Mu Cheng a bit, and coldly smashed three words from his thin lips.

   "Warm, early, dyed!"

"Adair!" Mu Cheng was anxious, ignoring etiquette, calling Sheng Shimo's name, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care what kind of grievances you have with Xiaoran, except for your blood relationship, Little Milk Pot has nothing to do with you. Yes, you are not qualified to involve him."

  Xiaoran?

  Almost instantaneously, Mo's pupils shuddered slightly, and a dark tide suddenly surged from the bottom of his eyes and rolled.

  Because of this affectionate address, his original calm mood can no longer be maintained, and angrily said, "Whether it is related, whether it is qualified or not, it is my final say!"

"you--"

  Mu Cheng has never seen such a man who is arrogant, overbearing, arrogant, and reversing right and wrong. He can't come up with any countermeasures for a while, and because the little milk can is still in this man's hands, he dare not act rashly.

  Just so suffocated, he suddenly turned around and walked towards the door.

  Even if the entire presidential palace is turned upside down, he has to find the little milk can!

  It’s just that when the prime minister seemed to see through his mind, he said abruptly from behind, "Do you think you can take him away from me by your own strength?"

  Mu Cheng's footsteps just came to a halt when he approached the door.

  How clever a man like Sheng Shimo is.

  If he really wants to hide someone, no one can find it!

  ——

  Little You Tiao squatted in the parking lot, guarding for a long time before finally waiting for Mucheng to return.

  He immediately rushed forward, pulling the car window and looking straight at "Where is the little actor? Why didn’t the little actor come back?"

   Turning his eyes, seeing Mu Cheng's face pale and extremely ugly, he immediately silenced his voice, vaguely feeling... as if something serious had happened.

  In the evening, Wen Churan called Mu Cheng.

   "Mucheng, why can't I get through the cell phone of the little milk tank? Is he okay? Is he by your side now?"

  (End of this chapter)